Crush

third year! bakugou katsuki thinks it's pathetic how everyone tries to ask you to be their valentine while you stand absolutely awkwardly and oblivious to their advances.

he rolls his eyes, scoffing at how you tilt your head and ask 'what do you mean?' when a new second-year tries to confess through a heartfelt letter a week before valentines day. he's sitting in the cafeteria, a few tables away from you where you stand with your tray. his friends catch his line of sight and begin to watch too as you awkwardly take the letter and mention how it's your favourite colour, what a coincidence.

"man, poor y/n." kaminari sighs, "been getting bombarded with valentine's day proposals."

"acting like you werent one last year." sero snickers, elbowing the blonde, who replies with 'shut up!'.

"y/n, todoroki and momo have to be the most popular third years. i saw todoroki carrying a fruit arrangement yesterday with 'be my valentine' on some flags." mina states, drinking her orange juice.

jirou retorts, poking her food, "did you see y/n's shoe locker when they opened it? they were basically drowning in all those letters. and their desk was full of teddy bears and hearts and flowers."

"yaoyorozu told me that she felt so bad because she rejected someone who choreographed a flash mob for her." kirishima inputs, "but seriously, so many people have tried getting with y/n, it's insane."

katsuki only rolls his eyes again as you thank the person, who runs away giddily. you're so uninterested in the person that you just pocket it in your blazer for later. katsuki chuckles at the action before returning to his food.

he thinks it's so funny that everyone is fawning over you. he understood todoroki and yaoyorozu, they've been popular since day one. but you? what did anyone see in you?

"hey, bakugou, are you alright?" you ask, standing in front of him on the porch of the dormitory. it's now five days later and he blinks himself back to reality and swallows the lump in his throat. "you were kinda' just staring at me and that girl just then..."

it's true, he was. a first year, some lovesick teen girl, came to confess to you just then. you hold some chocolates in your hand and a bouquet of roses in another. your third this week, he tallies.

"i—i wasn't." he stammers, looking away. he was leaning against the pillar, watching you as he took in some fresh air. it was pure coincidence, he says. "what... did you tell 'em?"

"i felt a bit sorry, she cried a little when i said i'm not a fan of this kind of chocolate." you express, showing him the box. katsuki smirks. you were so blunt. "i still accepted it though, to make her feel better. i don't even know her, though."

"strange." he responds, staring at you, "so what now then?"

"do you want it?"

"i don't want your fucking confession candy." he scoffs, furrowed brows. he's irritated at the offer and you just tuck the chocolates underneath your arm. "why'd you say 'no'?"

"i... don't know her." you state as if it was obvious. he blinks and looks away. "i dunno', i've been getting asked a lot recently."

"that so?" it's so pathetic, how anyone would trip and fall at your feet at the slight chance to share valentine's day with you. he could think of a thousand things better to do tomorrow than spend it with you—

"how come you haven't asked me yet?" you inquire, pursing your lips, "to be your valentine?"

"hah?" he huffs out, making the most outraged expression on his face, "what the hell did you just say to me?"

you sigh, opening the entrance door with your new gifts, "nevermind."

he stares at you as you leave him alone on the porch. questions swirl in his mind, making him think about you even more. is this how you made so many admirers? you just... made them think about you? you were absolutely crazy.

that's got to me the most pathetic thing about valentine's day, right?

wrong.

katsuki annoyedly drops the chocolates that he knows for sure you love. and as he passes the flower section, oh god, the amount of time he spent trying to figure out which ones were the perfect ones. the cashier looks at him knowingly, wishing him 'goof luck' on his endeavour. katsuki scoffs and tells them to shut his mouth.

what's pathetic is that katsuki readies himself for asking you. now that he's got confirmation that you were expecting him to, he would do it. he is standing in front of your dorm door, holding the flowers and chocolates and teddy bear in his arms. he knows you have hundreds in your room right now, but... he's pathetic.

when his hand goes up to knock on your door, the elevator reaches the floor and opens to reveal you in the sports uniform.

you walk up, typing on your phone when you look up to your dorm to see him. "oh, hey."

"hey." he mumbles, trying his best to hide the presents behind his back, "went on a run?"

"no, quirk training, actually." you respond, unlockong your dorm. you walk in and turn your head. "did you need to talk to me?"

"well... i—"

"are those for valentine's day?" you point to the flowers that are badly hiden behind him.

katsuki grunts, finally revealing them, "y—yeah... i don't know how to do this."

"come in." you say, inviting him into your dorm. he nervously enters and closes the door behind him. you sit at our desk, leg over your knee, almost like you're inspecting him thoroughly. "so, who is it for?"

he stops. "huh?"

"i mean, who are you asking?" you mumble out. he doesn't know what to say. do you not remember asking him to ask you yesterday? "you're looking for advice, aren't you?"

suddenly, he's on the fire. he's in the position that he made fun of those other people for being in. and it fucking sucks.

it takes all his courage to sigh out, "no... no, you idiot. i'm asking you."

"wha—? me?" you point at yourself.

"yes! here!" he practically shoves them into your hands and steps away away. "i... want you to be my valentine tomorrow. please."

his harsh tone makes you rethink his statement. but katsuki sees a smile dawn on your face regardless, something the others who have asked you haven't seen.

"thank you, bakugou. i love them."

he knows damn well you do.

"i'd be happy to be your valentine." you confirm, standing up and placing the flowers on your desk. you put the chocolates and teddy on your bed, smiling the whole time. he gulps in anticipation, despite you already saying 'yes'. "thank you, truly. it's perfect."

katsuki clears his throat, hands in his pockets and he looks away, "'s nothin'."

you chuckle and step towards him, hand on his shoulder as you give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"whatever you say. where did you wann' go tomorrow?"

he thinks it's pathetic how on valentine's day, you drag him to all the couple stalls and events, and even do a hand-reading (katsuki lets out a sigh of relief when they said that you two are quite the perfect match), but when it's with you, it's a lot less embarrassing to do it. in fact, he'd relive this whole day again if he could.

what's pathetic is how all those people thought they could have this time with you, when all you ever wanted was bakugou katsuki himself.

the box is heavier than you remember. or maybe it’s just you. maybe it’s the weight of the years, of everything you lost, of everything you never got to say.

you don’t even know why you’re doing this. you should’ve just left it buried in the back of your closet, let it collect dust, let the past stay where it belonged.

but you didn’t.

and now here you are, sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor, sifting through pieces of a life that slipped through your fingers.

old movie tickets, a tiny stuffed keychain he won for you at a festival, a wrinkled napkin with katsuki’s handwriting telling you to stop being an idiot and eat something.

you laugh, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

your fingers tremble when they brush against the stack of photos at the bottom. a part of you wants to put them away, to close the box and shove it back where you found it. but your hands move before you can stop them, flipping through moments frozen in time.

and then you see it.

the one picture that guts you.

it’s nothing special. not posed, not planned. just a random snapshot of you and katsuki, sitting side by side. you’re talking, mid-sentence, probably rambling about something, and he—

he’s looking at you.

not annoyed, not exasperated, not even pretending not to care.

he’s looking at you like you were everything. like you hung the damn stars. like he could sit there forever, just listening to you, just being with you.

your hands shake as you run a thumb over the faded edges, the ache in your chest growing unbearable.

because you don’t have this anymore.

you don’t have him anymore.

and maybe, in another life, in another timeline where things played out differently, where you fought harder, where he stayed—maybe you’d still have the chance to see him look at you like that.

but in this life, all you have is a picture and the ghost of what could have been.

After a few busy days, I take a quick sketch break!

cant get motorcycle gang member issei outta my head.

when do they get slurpee’s ?

late at night. everyone is asleep and the two of you are quietly climbing out of your/their dorm window to walk over to the convenient store to get slurpee’s. it’s pushing 12 o’clock and you’re slightly worried about getting caught but that worry is quickly washed away as the two of you engage in the funniest and most thought provoking conversations.

denki, sero, mina,

middle of the day. it’s a hot hot saturday afternoon. the two of you have been running errands all day in the heat and, as they say, the two of you are about to clasp from exhaustion. as you guys sit in the overheated car, waiting for it to cool down, they have the most life changing, brilliant idea. “hey wanna go get some slurppe’s across the street?”

ochako, jirou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki

it’s spontaneous. unlike most things they do. they had to run to the convenient store to get a few personal items and you tagged along, claiming you needed somethings too. (ITS 11:11 AS IM WRITTING THIS aH) as you step into the little store your eyes light up and dart directly at the spinning slurppee machine running in the far corner. you brought your own money so you grab a cup and fill it to its brim. they find you and are staring somewhat disgusted and confused at you and your colorful cup. “come on, you know you want some.”

bakugou, momo, iida, shinso

🎐🗓️🎏First meeting

(Inspired by “Something (just like this)” by OfMermaids on AO3,,, AAAA SUCH A GOOD FIC,,, it has overtaken my whole life on the times I’ve read it 😭💖I could write a whole love letter to the fic cause it’s just so beautifully written, and it feels like every paragraph has a purpose, sometimes the purpose being trying to show you the little things 🥺💖 and the plot omg the plot,,,, SOOOO well thought out!! I deffo recommend it if u like self insert 🥺

i'm about to be snowed in (by texas standards) so maybe ill finally get around to writing something !!

ALSO !! i bought this book Bonjour tristesse, to help me with my french reading and i'm so excited to start it !!

The fact that it took Velma 2023 to make people realize be cool scooby doo was good

shinsou is 100% fluent in french and calls you ma cherie, always in a low, soft tone, never any other way

suna’s gaze is glued to his phone’s screen as he scrolls with his thumb. his eyelids feel heavy, closing them and getting lost in his dreams has never seemed like a better idea; his body feels heavy after the long match he had this day. he nods off for a few seconds, then jerks awake, trying to keep his burning eyes open.

letting out a long sigh, he sits up on the hotel bed and stretches out his sore muscles. his gaze wanders to the clock on the wall; it’s past midnight, yet he’s still awake, ignoring the early practice in the morning. time zones suck, he thinks, laying flat on his back again.

you, in another continent, woke up later than usual. your mind still feels hazy from just getting up, as you unlock your phone you squint at the sudden brightness. you have a few unread messages from your boyfriend, wishing you good night; you passed out right after texting him. you form a small smile on your lips, as you type with your fingers.

you: good morning <3

you send the message and you don’t expect any answer; it’s late there, he’s exhausted and hopefully asleep.

rintaro dozes off again; he can’t help it, his eyelids feel too heavy. however, when he hears the familiar notification sound go off, he reaches for his phone with eyes closed. he doesn’t bother with answering your message, just clicks on the call option. a few seconds go by, and your pretty face appears on his screen; his lips tug into a small smile from seeing you.

“why are you awake?” you ask while putting your phone on your desk. he’s laying on his side, you can clearly tell he’s about to fall asleep.

“i wanted to wish you good morning,” he answers with a sleepy voice, and yawns right after.

“babe, you have practice in the morning,” you shake your head, trying to hold back the happy smile on your lips. “go to sleep now.”

“wait,” he holds up a finger, “good morning, baby.”

“good morning to you, too.” you are grinning now; he’s too sweet for his own good. “now, go to sleep.”

“do we have to hang up?” he asks, while putting his phone in an angle where you can still see him.

“no,” you chuckle, and watch him shift in his bed. suna is facing towards you, slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep in a matter of minutes. you never felt a bigger urge to kiss someone before.